Life of a former foster kitten

Daddy's brother came to visit yesterday on his way to visit his parents and spent the night. I don't know him but I remember him from previous visits and how he'd try to pick me up and hold me. I don't know him so I don't like it! I spent most of the time hiding either under Daddy's bed or in the basement. He's left now and I've come out. I know he means well and I'm just a scaredey cat, but it's going to take a long time before I come out while he's here. I like Daddy's other friends better. They know that I like to be skritched behind the ears and they don't try to pick me up.